The contrasts are beautifully abundant.
The afternoon shadows mingled with the autumnal sun.
The smell of a two diaper house redeemed by the aroma of an apple cinnamon candle.
The quiet inside with a bustling backyard of bicycle rebuilding.
The peaceful scene broken by the cries of a baby in my arms.
The cool of the evening with the warmth of the home.
The creamy softness of the blanket laid across the black roughness of the rocking chair.
The newness of the infant cradled by the aged heirloom.
